Tigers outlast Yankees, immediately drop dead of exhaustion afterwards

photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein

Game over. Here are your numbers:

8.5. 4. 11. 3:30. 2. 13. 3.

8.5. The number of hours that this game lasted, counting from the time it should have started. Counting from the time fans arrived at the ballpark. Some of those people spent EIGHT AND A HALF HOURS in the ballpark. I once showed up for a Red Sox/Phillies game right when the gates opened. The game ended up going 12 innings. I was at the ballpark for around 6 hours. I thought I might die by the end of it. I can’t fathom 8.5.

4. The length of the rain delay, in hours. A 7 pm game started at 11 pm. I’ve been in rain delays. They are boring. Depending on the type of rain, they can be straight-up MISERABLE. FOUR HOURS of that? How was there anyone sane left in the ballpark?

11. The number of innings in this game. It doesn’t seem like so many extra innings until you realize that the game didn’t even START until 11 pm.

3:30. In the am. The time at which the game finally ended. Just for emphasis.

2. The number of triples hit by Curtis Granderson today. Unreal. Unreal. UNREAL. THIS KID. UNREAL.

13. The combined number of pitchers used by both teams today. Wholly half of a roster? Why, yes. Yes indeed.

3. The number of runs scored on the walkoff home run by CARLOS GUILLEN, NATIONAL AND INTERNATIONAL HERO, to win the game for the Tigers. Carlos Guillen is a man among boys and a giant among men. Carlos Guillen is a treasure. Carlos Guillen is a deity and people who were seriously considering replacing Carlos Guillen with Jack Wilson should shove their own pencils up their noses right now. Carlos Guillen is a myth, but he is also a man. Carlos Guillen is a unicorn being ridden by an entire litter of small kittens down a road made of cupcakes.

If Carlos had not hit that ball, we would probably still be watching the game right now. It would be the 14th inning and Ramon Santiago would be pitching. Jason Giambi would have eaten a rosin bag. Homeplate ump Bob Davidson would have actually hit someone in the face with his wrathful umpiring fists. Curtis Granderson would have hit another 2 triples. Edwar Ramirez would have found his missing D.

Thanks to Carlos Guillen, we instead get to keep the last flimsy shreds of our sanity. THIS time.

So many amazing things about this game. Andrew Miller, who Mario pointed out had won the Roger Clemens award last year (given to the best collegiate pitcher, on the assumption that the best collegiate pitcher is just barely good enough to resemble a fetal Sir Rog), went toe-to-toe with the Clem-bag.

Pudge hitting his hand on Jeter’s bat (maybe because Jeter CROWDS THE PLATE like nobody else in baseball, argh) and probably breaking something and staying in the game. It could have been swelling to the size of an ostrich egg and he would have insisted on staying in the game.

Posada getting into a huge screaming fight with the ump and getting tossed.

YEAH. Yes. What a game. What a win. I feel great. Tired, yes. Me. Am. Insert various ‘boo yah’ style grunting noises here. Feel the roar. I also feel like my ears are leaking out of my brains like oatmeal right now though, so take it all as you will.


5 responses to “Tigers outlast Yankees, immediately drop dead of exhaustion afterwards

  1. ivantopumpyouup

    I also feel like my ears are leaking out of my brains like oatmeal right now though, so take it all as you will.
    Your ears, huh? Impressive! Haha.
    That game was tons of insane. I KNEW it was going to go extra innings after the four hour delay, I just KNEW it. Also my friend and I had an amusing exchange the entire game:
    ivantopumpyouup (3:13:23 AM): six scoreless innings. THAT IS A QUALITY OUTING
    ivantopumpyouup (3:13:25 AM): FOR THE BULLPEN
    Uh okay, so actually it was just me. :P

  2. It’s the ears. The man, the myth, the ears: Carlos Guillen.
    I’ll admit I didn’t survive this whole game… but I dreamt up many ways in which we lost/won the game. I was happy to awake to a win, after all the dramatics.
    Clem-bag. heehee.

  3. I felt like a hero just for staying up to watch the entire thing. I can’t imagine how awesome/insanely crazed it must have felt to be there.
    Also, lol at ears leaking out of brains. You win.

  4. Dear Detroit Tigers,
    We love you.
    Red Sox Nation

  5. ivan, seriously. When your bullpen is a starter unto itself, you know you’ve had an epic battle.
    tiff, somehow I always miss his ears in the visual furor that is his chin. I can’t help it; it dominates his face. I know he personally places more stock on the ears, though.
    PfP, if you haven’t already seen it, Billfer was at the game and his post obvs. reflects that. Well worth a read. As he always is.
    beth, we do love love, so thanks. :)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s